It'll be all right." "Maybe so," she replied, with visible effort at self-control.

Manifestly she had a great fear of Bland.

"If I could only think!" Then she dragged Duane to the door, pushed him in.
"Euchre, come out with me! Duane, you stay with the girl! I'll tell Bland you're in love with her.

Jen, if you give us away I'll wring your neck." The swift action and fierce whisper told Duane that Mrs.Bland was herself again.

Duane stepped close to Jennie, who stood near the window.
Neither spoke, but her hands were outstretched to meet his own.